Oookay then, what's worse than a chain of freak-dancing second graders? One of your best friends freak-dancing with the one guy you hate the most! I have to say, I vomited for about an hour before I went to bed at like 2 in the morning.
Here's the thing about my friends though:
Do they care if I'm barfing my guts out at the sight of the pair of idiots dancing?
I think not.
Anyways, so the evening closed on a lost purse, a long tedious makeout sesion (WHICH I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH!) and a thoroughly sick moi, who by the way had to give the pair a ride home. After sleeping in until, (Dramatic Pause) eight o'clock I'm forced to get up, decorate myself in a "lovely" pink outifit and I'm marched off to my friend's conformation. I'm still not sure what it is.
Hold on, one more comment about freak-dancing nasties:
I don't get the point of it all but if I'm stuck in a huge group of the grinding weirdoes my best friend is NOT I repeat, NOT supposed to laugh and walk away, no matter how, whatever the ell she was. So anyways, I've just got to say this one thing
IF I EVER MEET THIS GUY WHO INVENTED FREAK-DANCING I WILL SHAKE YOUR HAND, CONGRADULATE YOU, THEN THROW YOU OFF A BALCONY.
Okay so that's all I guess I'm going to drown my annoyance in g0d's one good creation, chocolate.
You know you love me,
Lara
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